#180 - pre-dotage

30.6.20

180

pre-dotage

under the radar

and wits about

I come up the path

with what weather we have

and winter lit

lost in my own writing

long curlicues

and devilish tails

kind of a black and white garden

some people said ‘lucky’

where I’d arrived

fortunate few watching on

blogwise

I was in the hinternet

had a blue tooth

(before and after

no one would understand)

you simply had to be there

played ironies, all sorts

so much rattling noise

a headsup

and the ringing

finally, in age advancing

got to be young

saw everything for a first time

so many doors and windows

all the eyes of heaven

the hot and the far

lovely to know

can still get cold

look around

so much

and nothing to steal

steam from both ears

that’s an idea

see stars overhead

or I say lightbulbs

puzzled all selves

with the game making

inkling at a time

in spring slap paint

then I will be precious commodity

and greatness, like love

I know   

that comes from

giving up on it

sometimes in centuries

yes or no

otherwise

do what you have to do

the dance is my music

bones only towards

draw the circle string

chalk close

and now – ladies and gentlemen

for the first time

and here as never before

to climb dive

get a bite on the log

tread hot coals

swallow fire

and leap through

ready for the unravelling

sleep – I go back there

… hard to believe

it isn’t the place I am from